Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Netherlands and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Glambeats Corp. to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Donny Hathaway,
Circle Jerks,
Radiohead,
Faust,
Aswad,
Eddi Front,
The Names,
Nirvana,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Kerri Chandler,
AZ,
Peter and Kerry,
Bill Wells,
Sun Ra,
Glambeats Corp.,
Duran Duran,
Jerry's Kids,
Graham Central Station,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Stiv Bators,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jeff Lynne,
Index,
the Association,
Subhumans,
Unwound,
Saccharine Trust,
Roxy Music,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dorothy Ashby,
Newcleus,
Second Layer,
Roy Ayers,
Urselle,
The Wake,
Rekid,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Human League,
Freddie Wadling,
Main Source,
David Axelrod,
Camberwell Now,
Ponytail,
Metal Thangz,
Ludus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobby Sherman,
The Flesh Eaters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soft Cell,
Brand Nubian,
The Toasters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Simply Red,
Royal Trux,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.